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They untied my hands and made me stand up. There was cum on my body and face and I could also feel it trickling out of my pussy and ass. I was allowed to go to the bathroom with Andrew, who cleaned my face of the smeared make-up, applied fresh, and braided my hair as to keep it out of my face. I let him work without trying to resist this time. I even used the toilet with him watching me. Not long ago, the shame of being watched would have made it impossible. Their words, “You will learn” resounded in my head. Where was I headed?
I felt shaken and insecure, but also strangely satisfied and fulfilled. My brain hadn’t taken over yet. I was running on emotions rather than on reason, which is something I usually despise. I used to rely on observation and logic and try to keep emotions away as much as possible. But not yet... not yet.
Back in the living room, there was food on the table. All of them had put their shorts back on and I was told to sit down at the table with them. My body, particularly my bottom, ached as I sat down, but my knees and legs were thankful. I knew there was no point in asking for clothes.
They watched me bemusedly as I tried to find a comfortable position. Nick filled my plate and handed it to me.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Fucked,” I replied as I took the first bite, and it made them smile. I was terribly hungry, but the food with its taste and smell made the taste and feel of cum in my mouth disappear. As it did, my mind slowly started to take over again and, without wanting it, I felt sorry about it.
“So what’s all this about?” I asked. I needed answers, needed to know what Tom was doing, what he had intended and why. And why me? David filled my glass with wine.
“It’s about this,” he said, pointing to my breasts. “Having you do what we tell you to. Doing with you what we want to. Watching you get fucked. Have you at the table naked, think that if I want to, I can bend you over right now and fuck you some more; and enjoy the view of your lovely tits. It’s…” He seemed to think about it for a second. “It’s about control, owning and bringing you down to your knees begging for more.”
His last words made me blush. I didn’t consider my breasts to be lovely. And I had begged him to fuck my ass and I had been on my knees crying for want of more.
Josh stroked my hair and then my tits. “Don’t be ashamed. That was hot.”
The thought of it seemed to turn him on and he now used both hands to caress and pinch my breasts. “So much more to do,” he said.
I felt uncomfortable and tried to pull away, while at the same time, everything in me was longing for the "more" he mentioned.
“Why me?”
“What do you think?” David replied.
“Tom,” I said.
“Yes. Tell us about Tom. What he did to you? About how it was.”
“I don’t…” I started, but he interrupted me.
“Look, I’m not going to fight with you over every question. You want to know why, I want to hear your part of the story as we only have Tom’s. Fact is, you’re here. And unless you use your password, you’re not going to go anywhere else. You’re cute, you’re fairly inexperienced, you’re sexy and smart, even if you don’t seem to believe it; you are what we were looking for. What we want is not something just any woman could fulfill. Now tell me. Tell us. Why do you think Tom thinks you should be here? What did he do to you?”
I blushed again. This situation was so stripped of all protection, hiding, lies, politeness and common standards; and I felt as naked on the inside as on the outside. This was blunt and direct.
“I met Tom at a concert. Nothing special. Just fun and nice. We slept together that night. He left in the morning.”
“Do you always take people you just met to your place and fuck them?”
“No, not always. It was…” Different. It had been different with him. I had felt an immense attraction towards him, the way he looked at me, his voice. He seemed to understand so much without me having to tell him. When we started to make out, he had this way of touching me, getting me to do what he wanted. I wouldn’t have been to be able to say no for the life of me.
I shook my head. “He came back the same evening. We talked. A lot. Like you do. Had a meal together. Had more sex. That’s when he started getting more… more something.”
I didn’t know how to put it into words. What Tom had done wasn’t violent, though it had hurt. It wasn’t sexy, though it had turned me on like nothing I had experienced so far. It wasn’t dominant, though he had pushed me into submission.
“Go on," said David.
“I don’t know," I said.
“Girl, I told you…” he started, but this time, I interrupted him.
“It’s not that I don’t want to. I don’t know how to tell you. I’m not good with words, I’m not good at this, I don’t know!” I stared at him angrily. He only smiled.
“You don’t know, but it was good. You better find words and use them. What you mean is that this was good enough for you to let four perfect strangers pick you off the street and bring you here.”
“You made me come! You kidnapped me and tied me up.”
“You could have used your password and you’d been free to go a second later," he smiled. He seemed to enjoy the exchange whereas I felt more and more confused because he was right.
“Where are we?” I finally asked, wanting to get off his hook.
“At your personal castle of Roissy,” he said.
Roissy. The castle from Story of O, a book Tom had told me about and which I had read after he had left. It was the place the woman O was taken to be taught submission.
“I’m not O.”
“You’re not expected to be her.”
“I’m not a sub, nor a slave.”
“And yet you dream about being submissive… that was the thing that was different with Tom, am I right?”
He was.
Andrew jumped in. “Why do you fight so much if this is the very thing you want? There is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“It’s not shame," I said. But of course it was. But not only.
“Why fight so hard? You’re losing a lot of energy.”
“I have to.”
“Why?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I have to. I can’t give up just like this.”
“What would happen if you did?”
“What was it like with Tom?” Josh and Andrew had each asked their question almost at the same time.
Tom… I had fought him, too. And I had lost against him, just like I had here. And then, he had done his magic and I had stopped thinking in circles and had come, come and come again, tied up as I was on the floor and in his power. Tom…
“Sweetie, you must talk. Makes things easier. And it will help us satisfy you.”
I couldn’t hide my smile at this. They had done a pretty good job so far.
—————
After the meal, Nick blindfolded me. He and one of the others made me walk across the room and stand. I didn’t know what they were up to, but found out quickly as they tied rope around my wrists and then pulled them up until I was almost hanging from them. The rope trailed over my palms and I held on to it as I stood very straight, only too aware of being naked, totally exposed, and perfectly helpless. Nobody spoke, and I didn’t know where they were. Music was turned on, it was a woman singing in husky voice.
Not seeing, not hearing what they were doing, and I no control... It was scary and intoxicating.
After what seemed like a very long time, minutes or hours, somebody touched me from behind. I hadn’t felt him approaching and jumped at his touch. He pressed his body against mine and his hands were rubbing up and down my breasts. Then he pushed me forward. I would have fallen, had it not been for the ropes holding me; and as I caught my balance, I was grabbed by somebody else. He was naked, I felt his cock brush against my legs as he put his arm around my waist to hold me back against the ropes that were pulling me back to my initial position; his hands began caressing my body.
“Didn’t have time to do this before," he said. I think it was Nick. He pinched and massaged my tits, then his fingers went down into my pussy and his mouth over one my nipples. His tongue was playing with my nipple, and his teeth rubbing against it as he worked his fingers into my pussy. I moaned. He stopped suddenly and then gave me another push. Again, I stumbled, backwards this time, and again I was caught.
“Dance, sweetheart, dance," another voice said. Andrew?
I have no idea how long this lasted. They played with me, passing me from one to another. My body was examined, explored and caressed, my tits were getting sore with their fingers pinching them. As they went on, the tension mounted and mounted. I got finger-fucked, spanked on my ass, and then on my tits. I was totally disoriented and exposed to their every whim. It felt like being on a carousel, spinning and spinning around. I felt out of time and space again.
Clamps were fixed on my nipples. I knew them from Tom. He had used them on what I called for myself "the night" and I had hated them. Putting them on wasn’t the worst part, the throbbing quickly subsided, but it was the taking off that was painful. On and on they went, I heard their heavy breathing, their words, and their orders; their cocks were pressed against my body. Finally, someone lifted one of my legs and pushed his cock right into my pussy.
I tried to catch my breath. This was crazy. My pussy was dripping wet and my tits hurt as he pressed his body against mine. He pushed into me and just when I thought he would fuck me for good, he stopped, holding me there, himself anchored into me, and that’s when I felt somebody else behind me, gliding his hands over my backside and then spreading my ass cheeks.
I felt drunk, and although I had never been double penetrated, I was so turned on and in need of this fuck that the only resistance I could muster was shaking my head. Somehow, I didn’t feel as panicked as another part of me thought I should.
“We’ll take it easy, honey, don’t be scared,” he whispered. It was Nick, and his voice and words penetrated me more than his cock.
I felt the other cock at my asshole, starting to push into me, demanding entrance. It hurt and burned. I felt too full to take in anything more. He pulled away and then I felt his fingers again, spreading something slick and wet over my brown hole and pushing some into it. His hands spread my cheeks again, and then went on my hips as he pushed his cock into me. This time, he went in, very slowly and little by little. I was losing my mind, catching my breath. I was full, so full and getting filled more and more. There was no room left, yet, there was, he pushed in, filled me even more. I felt so stretched, and it burned, and it all became too much and I feared they were going to tear me in two, but then, I felt so full, so warm, so hot, caught between the two of them, their body pressing against mine and the music in my ears and their voices and sounds, their hands on me, the pain coming from my clamped tits as they pressed against Nick’s body.
“Fuck her," he ordered. And the one who had me from behind continued his dance, moving out and pushing in, again and again, pushing me on the other cock as Nick held me and himself in me. I know I moaned, screamed, yelled things, words or syllables or nothing, and it didn’t matter as I was losing my mind and swimming in the fullness they were giving me, painful but so full. I screamed as I felt his cock throbbing in my ass and he filled me with his hot cum; my own orgasm came on brutal and hard, so hard I felt it all over my body. Before it had subsided, Nick gave an order to the other one to hold me tight and he started to fuck my pussy, now pushing me onto the cock that was still hard in my ass.
I was shaking all over and giving in to his rhythm when he suddenly stopped and yanked the nipple clamps off my tits. I heard the slight metallic snap before the pain came on; and then, huge waves of pain started to wash over me from my tits, stinging and searing. He pressed against my burning tits and fucked me hard, so hard, pushing me onto the other one, drilling into my insides. And I came again, moaning and screaming into his torso, biting his skin, losing my mind as the only thing that was left of me were the waves of pleasure and bliss washing over me.
As it slowly subsided, I realized my whole body was shaking and I was crying. I had never experienced anything this strong. The cock that had been in my ass pulled out and for a horrible moment, I felt exposed and void from behind. Then somebody else took his place and as his cock pressed into me. I felt whole again. I had no strength left, and leaned on Nick as much as I could. The other one went very strong and fast, he must have been waiting impatiently. He thrust into me, and each one of his thrusts was like an echo of the waves I had just experienced and I wished it wouldn’t stop as his cock sent another load of hot cum into my ass.
I heard them talking to each other as I was still hanging in the ropes, leaning on Nick who held me tight. Then the ropes were undone and I had my hands and arms back, my shoulders and neck burning from the tension. I could hardly stand, and even less resist when I was made to lay down on the floor. I was so drunk on their cum that all I could feel was bliss when I felt yet another body on mine and a cock move over my pussy before pushing into my dripping wetness. Somebody held my hands; words were said but I only caught fragments. I didn’t understand and didn’t wish to understand. All there was for me was emotion, sensations, and the strange feeling of flying while being pinned on the floor.
A hand made me open my mouth and then I felt somebody crouch over my chest before bringing his cock to my lips. I took it greedily, sucking as hard as I could. I needed this cock in my mouth as I began to swim again in the happiness of my pussy and mouth getting fucked hard and deep. There were hands on me everywhere. I was handled, moved, my position adjusted. My hands pinned to the floor, my tits pinched on the painful spot the clamps had left. There was sweat and wetness and their moans and words, and slaps on my face when I wasn't careful enough with my teeth.
I have no idea how many times I got fucked that night, how many times I came, or what I screamed when I came. I know I woke on the floor, totally exhausted, full of cum, covered by the marks their hands left, and full of bliss. I had never felt my body like that. I had never been so satisfied and full with an incredible happiness I couldn’t explain.
The blindfold was taken off and I was blinded by the light. I could hardly stand on my shaking legs, and someone put his arm around me and led me out of the room. I felt his naked body against mine.
Tom.
He took me to a large bed and made me lie down. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but couldn’t get the words out. He turned off the lights and pulled me into his arms.
“I missed you, sweetie," he said.
And I fell asleep in his arms, thinking of all the cum that was in and on me and how I had missed him and his cock. And of the incredible fulfillment I was feeling.
I felt shaken and insecure, but also strangely satisfied and fulfilled. My brain hadn’t taken over yet. I was running on emotions rather than on reason, which is something I usually despise. I used to rely on observation and logic and try to keep emotions away as much as possible. But not yet... not yet.
Back in the living room, there was food on the table. All of them had put their shorts back on and I was told to sit down at the table with them. My body, particularly my bottom, ached as I sat down, but my knees and legs were thankful. I knew there was no point in asking for clothes.
They watched me bemusedly as I tried to find a comfortable position. Nick filled my plate and handed it to me.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Fucked,” I replied as I took the first bite, and it made them smile. I was terribly hungry, but the food with its taste and smell made the taste and feel of cum in my mouth disappear. As it did, my mind slowly started to take over again and, without wanting it, I felt sorry about it.
“So what’s all this about?” I asked. I needed answers, needed to know what Tom was doing, what he had intended and why. And why me? David filled my glass with wine.
“It’s about this,” he said, pointing to my breasts. “Having you do what we tell you to. Doing with you what we want to. Watching you get fucked. Have you at the table naked, think that if I want to, I can bend you over right now and fuck you some more; and enjoy the view of your lovely tits. It’s…” He seemed to think about it for a second. “It’s about control, owning and bringing you down to your knees begging for more.”
His last words made me blush. I didn’t consider my breasts to be lovely. And I had begged him to fuck my ass and I had been on my knees crying for want of more.
Josh stroked my hair and then my tits. “Don’t be ashamed. That was hot.”
The thought of it seemed to turn him on and he now used both hands to caress and pinch my breasts. “So much more to do,” he said.
I felt uncomfortable and tried to pull away, while at the same time, everything in me was longing for the "more" he mentioned.
“Why me?”
“What do you think?” David replied.
“Tom,” I said.
“Yes. Tell us about Tom. What he did to you? About how it was.”
“I don’t…” I started, but he interrupted me.
“Look, I’m not going to fight with you over every question. You want to know why, I want to hear your part of the story as we only have Tom’s. Fact is, you’re here. And unless you use your password, you’re not going to go anywhere else. You’re cute, you’re fairly inexperienced, you’re sexy and smart, even if you don’t seem to believe it; you are what we were looking for. What we want is not something just any woman could fulfill. Now tell me. Tell us. Why do you think Tom thinks you should be here? What did he do to you?”
I blushed again. This situation was so stripped of all protection, hiding, lies, politeness and common standards; and I felt as naked on the inside as on the outside. This was blunt and direct.
“I met Tom at a concert. Nothing special. Just fun and nice. We slept together that night. He left in the morning.”
“Do you always take people you just met to your place and fuck them?”
“No, not always. It was…” Different. It had been different with him. I had felt an immense attraction towards him, the way he looked at me, his voice. He seemed to understand so much without me having to tell him. When we started to make out, he had this way of touching me, getting me to do what he wanted. I wouldn’t have been to be able to say no for the life of me.
I shook my head. “He came back the same evening. We talked. A lot. Like you do. Had a meal together. Had more sex. That’s when he started getting more… more something.”
I didn’t know how to put it into words. What Tom had done wasn’t violent, though it had hurt. It wasn’t sexy, though it had turned me on like nothing I had experienced so far. It wasn’t dominant, though he had pushed me into submission.
“Go on," said David.
“I don’t know," I said.
“Girl, I told you…” he started, but this time, I interrupted him.
“It’s not that I don’t want to. I don’t know how to tell you. I’m not good with words, I’m not good at this, I don’t know!” I stared at him angrily. He only smiled.
“You don’t know, but it was good. You better find words and use them. What you mean is that this was good enough for you to let four perfect strangers pick you off the street and bring you here.”
“You made me come! You kidnapped me and tied me up.”
“You could have used your password and you’d been free to go a second later," he smiled. He seemed to enjoy the exchange whereas I felt more and more confused because he was right.
“Where are we?” I finally asked, wanting to get off his hook.
“At your personal castle of Roissy,” he said.
Roissy. The castle from Story of O, a book Tom had told me about and which I had read after he had left. It was the place the woman O was taken to be taught submission.
“I’m not O.”
“You’re not expected to be her.”
“I’m not a sub, nor a slave.”
“And yet you dream about being submissive… that was the thing that was different with Tom, am I right?”
He was.
Andrew jumped in. “Why do you fight so much if this is the very thing you want? There is nothing to be ashamed of.”
“It’s not shame," I said. But of course it was. But not only.
“Why fight so hard? You’re losing a lot of energy.”
“I have to.”
“Why?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I have to. I can’t give up just like this.”
“What would happen if you did?”
“What was it like with Tom?” Josh and Andrew had each asked their question almost at the same time.
Tom… I had fought him, too. And I had lost against him, just like I had here. And then, he had done his magic and I had stopped thinking in circles and had come, come and come again, tied up as I was on the floor and in his power. Tom…
“Sweetie, you must talk. Makes things easier. And it will help us satisfy you.”
I couldn’t hide my smile at this. They had done a pretty good job so far.
—————
After the meal, Nick blindfolded me. He and one of the others made me walk across the room and stand. I didn’t know what they were up to, but found out quickly as they tied rope around my wrists and then pulled them up until I was almost hanging from them. The rope trailed over my palms and I held on to it as I stood very straight, only too aware of being naked, totally exposed, and perfectly helpless. Nobody spoke, and I didn’t know where they were. Music was turned on, it was a woman singing in husky voice.
Not seeing, not hearing what they were doing, and I no control... It was scary and intoxicating.
After what seemed like a very long time, minutes or hours, somebody touched me from behind. I hadn’t felt him approaching and jumped at his touch. He pressed his body against mine and his hands were rubbing up and down my breasts. Then he pushed me forward. I would have fallen, had it not been for the ropes holding me; and as I caught my balance, I was grabbed by somebody else. He was naked, I felt his cock brush against my legs as he put his arm around my waist to hold me back against the ropes that were pulling me back to my initial position; his hands began caressing my body.
“Didn’t have time to do this before," he said. I think it was Nick. He pinched and massaged my tits, then his fingers went down into my pussy and his mouth over one my nipples. His tongue was playing with my nipple, and his teeth rubbing against it as he worked his fingers into my pussy. I moaned. He stopped suddenly and then gave me another push. Again, I stumbled, backwards this time, and again I was caught.
“Dance, sweetheart, dance," another voice said. Andrew?
I have no idea how long this lasted. They played with me, passing me from one to another. My body was examined, explored and caressed, my tits were getting sore with their fingers pinching them. As they went on, the tension mounted and mounted. I got finger-fucked, spanked on my ass, and then on my tits. I was totally disoriented and exposed to their every whim. It felt like being on a carousel, spinning and spinning around. I felt out of time and space again.
Clamps were fixed on my nipples. I knew them from Tom. He had used them on what I called for myself "the night" and I had hated them. Putting them on wasn’t the worst part, the throbbing quickly subsided, but it was the taking off that was painful. On and on they went, I heard their heavy breathing, their words, and their orders; their cocks were pressed against my body. Finally, someone lifted one of my legs and pushed his cock right into my pussy.
I tried to catch my breath. This was crazy. My pussy was dripping wet and my tits hurt as he pressed his body against mine. He pushed into me and just when I thought he would fuck me for good, he stopped, holding me there, himself anchored into me, and that’s when I felt somebody else behind me, gliding his hands over my backside and then spreading my ass cheeks.
I felt drunk, and although I had never been double penetrated, I was so turned on and in need of this fuck that the only resistance I could muster was shaking my head. Somehow, I didn’t feel as panicked as another part of me thought I should.
“We’ll take it easy, honey, don’t be scared,” he whispered. It was Nick, and his voice and words penetrated me more than his cock.
I felt the other cock at my asshole, starting to push into me, demanding entrance. It hurt and burned. I felt too full to take in anything more. He pulled away and then I felt his fingers again, spreading something slick and wet over my brown hole and pushing some into it. His hands spread my cheeks again, and then went on my hips as he pushed his cock into me. This time, he went in, very slowly and little by little. I was losing my mind, catching my breath. I was full, so full and getting filled more and more. There was no room left, yet, there was, he pushed in, filled me even more. I felt so stretched, and it burned, and it all became too much and I feared they were going to tear me in two, but then, I felt so full, so warm, so hot, caught between the two of them, their body pressing against mine and the music in my ears and their voices and sounds, their hands on me, the pain coming from my clamped tits as they pressed against Nick’s body.
“Fuck her," he ordered. And the one who had me from behind continued his dance, moving out and pushing in, again and again, pushing me on the other cock as Nick held me and himself in me. I know I moaned, screamed, yelled things, words or syllables or nothing, and it didn’t matter as I was losing my mind and swimming in the fullness they were giving me, painful but so full. I screamed as I felt his cock throbbing in my ass and he filled me with his hot cum; my own orgasm came on brutal and hard, so hard I felt it all over my body. Before it had subsided, Nick gave an order to the other one to hold me tight and he started to fuck my pussy, now pushing me onto the cock that was still hard in my ass.
I was shaking all over and giving in to his rhythm when he suddenly stopped and yanked the nipple clamps off my tits. I heard the slight metallic snap before the pain came on; and then, huge waves of pain started to wash over me from my tits, stinging and searing. He pressed against my burning tits and fucked me hard, so hard, pushing me onto the other one, drilling into my insides. And I came again, moaning and screaming into his torso, biting his skin, losing my mind as the only thing that was left of me were the waves of pleasure and bliss washing over me.
As it slowly subsided, I realized my whole body was shaking and I was crying. I had never experienced anything this strong. The cock that had been in my ass pulled out and for a horrible moment, I felt exposed and void from behind. Then somebody else took his place and as his cock pressed into me. I felt whole again. I had no strength left, and leaned on Nick as much as I could. The other one went very strong and fast, he must have been waiting impatiently. He thrust into me, and each one of his thrusts was like an echo of the waves I had just experienced and I wished it wouldn’t stop as his cock sent another load of hot cum into my ass.
I heard them talking to each other as I was still hanging in the ropes, leaning on Nick who held me tight. Then the ropes were undone and I had my hands and arms back, my shoulders and neck burning from the tension. I could hardly stand, and even less resist when I was made to lay down on the floor. I was so drunk on their cum that all I could feel was bliss when I felt yet another body on mine and a cock move over my pussy before pushing into my dripping wetness. Somebody held my hands; words were said but I only caught fragments. I didn’t understand and didn’t wish to understand. All there was for me was emotion, sensations, and the strange feeling of flying while being pinned on the floor.
A hand made me open my mouth and then I felt somebody crouch over my chest before bringing his cock to my lips. I took it greedily, sucking as hard as I could. I needed this cock in my mouth as I began to swim again in the happiness of my pussy and mouth getting fucked hard and deep. There were hands on me everywhere. I was handled, moved, my position adjusted. My hands pinned to the floor, my tits pinched on the painful spot the clamps had left. There was sweat and wetness and their moans and words, and slaps on my face when I wasn't careful enough with my teeth.
I have no idea how many times I got fucked that night, how many times I came, or what I screamed when I came. I know I woke on the floor, totally exhausted, full of cum, covered by the marks their hands left, and full of bliss. I had never felt my body like that. I had never been so satisfied and full with an incredible happiness I couldn’t explain.
The blindfold was taken off and I was blinded by the light. I could hardly stand on my shaking legs, and someone put his arm around me and led me out of the room. I felt his naked body against mine.
Tom.
He took me to a large bed and made me lie down. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but couldn’t get the words out. He turned off the lights and pulled me into his arms.
“I missed you, sweetie," he said.
And I fell asleep in his arms, thinking of all the cum that was in and on me and how I had missed him and his cock. And of the incredible fulfillment I was feeling.
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